What was fantastic one night, when I was 10 -- a bunch of the "CB Guys" (these guys all had Chevy pickups with that cowlick antenna on the roof) found us, down to the specific house. I came back on the radio and shouted, "You idiots, it's 77 Hoover, not 73!" They took the bait, and a kid I didn't like got his ass beat by his father.